Second shadow
Always lurking.
Always lurking.
Nope.
C/o RGK.
Dog-walking, perfected.
That expression can only reflect either a profound existential moment or total confusion.
Seemingly back to health after a scary week of mysterious symptoms and no clear answer from the vets. Still unclear what it was all about. Seems fine now though.
Spotted behind the shed on Friday, gradually lured out with tuna and smoked chicken on Saturday, captured in a possum trap, and delivered to an animal rescue shelter this morning. Its cuteness belies its deep hatred of being touched by humans.
A good place to test him off-leash without too many potential consequences.